When I lived in the Welsh countryside, there were occasional nights where I could not see my hand in front of my face. The requirements were that it was new moon, and that there was slight fog. We also lived deep in a valley, which helped. I had great fun navigating my way to the local pub in complete darkness.
The odd thing is that when I recount that experience, some people refuse to believe me. Of course they are all city dwellers.
The odd thing is that when I recount that experience, some people refuse to believe me. Of course they are all city dwellers.